Number 2 by TayOG Lyrics
Ouuuu ouuuu
Ouuuu
I got 2 for my neck
I got 2 for my coat
Ouuu ouuuu
Hook
2 for the neck
2 for the the coat
2 bad bitches and they offer the throat
Count my check
Count my doe
2 new cars that don’t got a note
Verse 1
Subis off my ass I don’t care much for a belt
Black and white Tommie mix it up w the felt
How can i be mad I turned the hand that I was dealt
Into a lifestyle i don’t have too think about my wealth
I can tell you Pussy, when i look into your eyes
You not really bout dat i can see through yo disguise
Talkin onna net i promise this beef don’t have fries
See me roll down 47 whippin w da guys
Watching all my moves it’s okay Ik you care
Tattoos on my facе it make you look stop n state
Rick on my Waist you can see I have somе flair
Every time i cop i need another pair
Hook
2 for the neck
2 for the the coat
2 bad bitches and they offer the throat
Count my check
Count my doe
2 new cars that don’t got a note
Verse 2
It ain’t summer time but I make her drive the boat
Can’t pick up the phone because she’s busy with her throat
Hand me downs long as story momma didn’t know
Now im higher class TayO a lamote
Yeah it’s fto but i don’t wish on niggas dead
There’s enough to go around so get that bread
Instead
Since he talking on the gram won’t leave him in his bed
Heard a caught a couple shots I take back what I said
I won’t say nothing on who you all pretend to be
I walk around like I’m that nigga because who else can i be
When i die make sure that they got me looking flee
100 Glocks 100 shots moving like a centipede
Hook
2 for the neck
2 for the the coat
2 bad bitches and they offer the throat
Count my check
Count my doe
2 new cars that don’t got a note
Ouuuu
I got 2 for my neck
I got 2 for my coat
Ouuu ouuuu
Hook
2 for the neck
2 for the the coat
2 bad bitches and they offer the throat
Count my check
Count my doe
2 new cars that don’t got a note
Verse 1
Subis off my ass I don’t care much for a belt
Black and white Tommie mix it up w the felt
How can i be mad I turned the hand that I was dealt
Into a lifestyle i don’t have too think about my wealth
I can tell you Pussy, when i look into your eyes
You not really bout dat i can see through yo disguise
Talkin onna net i promise this beef don’t have fries
See me roll down 47 whippin w da guys
Watching all my moves it’s okay Ik you care
Tattoos on my facе it make you look stop n state
Rick on my Waist you can see I have somе flair
Every time i cop i need another pair
Hook
2 for the neck
2 for the the coat
2 bad bitches and they offer the throat
Count my check
Count my doe
2 new cars that don’t got a note
Verse 2
It ain’t summer time but I make her drive the boat
Can’t pick up the phone because she’s busy with her throat
Hand me downs long as story momma didn’t know
Now im higher class TayO a lamote
Yeah it’s fto but i don’t wish on niggas dead
There’s enough to go around so get that bread
Instead
Since he talking on the gram won’t leave him in his bed
Heard a caught a couple shots I take back what I said
I won’t say nothing on who you all pretend to be
I walk around like I’m that nigga because who else can i be
When i die make sure that they got me looking flee
100 Glocks 100 shots moving like a centipede
Hook
2 for the neck
2 for the the coat
2 bad bitches and they offer the throat
Count my check
Count my doe
2 new cars that don’t got a note